The rest of the group and i load up onto a big yellow

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The rest of the group and I load up onto a big yellow school bus and start our journey. This was the summer of 2007 and I am already looking forward to this experience. The hour or so drive was absolutely gorgeous once we were out of the city. It was quite a change to see rolling hills, many oak trees, and fields with goats, sheep, horses, and cows. The towns were many years old, built with logs and wooden porches. Many had signs where the sun had beaten most of the color out of them. All that I needed was to be in a horse-drawn carriage and I would be living in a Sherlock Holmes movie. The bus comes to a halt in the middle of a road that splits a big field into two. Both fields are surrounded by very old yet lively oak trees and old red brick buildings about 3 stories high with glass windows that must have never been touched since the 1800s. On the right, the field is filled with many other young teenagers mingling on the evergreen grass. On the left, there were a few others tossing around a bright white frisbee. We unloaded off the yellow school bus and the counselors directed us to the cafeteria to check-in and grab a warm hearty meal. Shortly after getting situated, I figured that I should go meet some new friends on the field. I am overwhelmed by a group of preppy high school girls whose faces were plastered with makeup. The aroma of the many different perfumes and hair sprays smacked me in the face as they twirled their hair. It was a little hard to understand what they were interrogating me about when all that was running through my mind was,
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3 Lucci “Jesus, what the-“ From what I understood, they were asking if I had a brother here as well. I replied no, introduced myself to not be mean and continued on. I met up with the guys throwing the frisbee and they stopped the whole game in amazement. I am confused as to why, but then another guy who looks exactly like me strolls up. “So you’re the reason why I’m constantly being asked if I have a brother here!” I mentioned. “I guess so, name’s Adrian. You play ultimate?” He asked.
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